Acting Without Proof

🗓️ March 2025

📍 Late night reflections during surgery prep

There’s a moment in every journey

Where belief becomes your only currency.

No proof. No praise. No guarantee.

Just the question:

Will you keep going… even if no one sees it yet?

I didn’t build my dream because I had it all worked out.

I built it because something in me refused to settle.

Even when the money didn’t make sense.

Even when people left.

Even when others said,

"Just be realistic."

I wasn't trying to be realistic.

I was trying to be free.

To live a life where art and effort mattered.

Where healing and hard work could live in the same sentence.

Where boys like Jamie could become men—

Not by pretending to be tough,

But by learning how to care.

They thought I was reckless.

But I was rehearsing my future.

I tiled that bathroom like it was a cathedral.

I spoke to Grace like she was already alive.

I shared my ideas like someone out there was listening.

Because if I didn’t act without proof—I would’ve waited forever for permission.

That’s what Purpose is.

The willingness to begin before the world believes.

To become the proof.

And now, every tile, every tape, every step I take—

Is a record of that faith.

I acted without proof.

And I’m still here.